Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Timid Guy

Near Home—April, 2016

I went to the
bookstore two more times in April. One
was spectacularly bad (and messy) though the man was hot. No need to talk about that. The other was fun. And slightly different. And you know that I like different...

I am in the gay theatre.
It’s a good night. I have had one
man feed me. Another is making himself
at home between my legs while sucking my cock.

The door buzzes to let in a new man. He opens the door tentatively. He stands by it for quite a long time,
blinking in the darkness to see where he can sit. As it happens, the only available chair is
right by me. It’s crowded tonight. I watch the face of the new man as he
realizes I’m getting head. The man
between my legs is slobbering enthusiastically all over my dick. I watch the new man decide to sit in that
only vacant seat. He steps carefully
over the cocksuckers legs and sits down.
Gingerly. He can’t take his eyes
off the sex that is happening right next to him.

I look over at him and smile. He is very good looking: a handsome face and the promise of a hard body under his tight tee shirt and khakis. Rather tall, lithe and thin. He could be anywhere from 30 to 40. He gropes himself as he watches the man
swallowing my cock.

I return attention to my cock sucker. I hold his head in place. He chokes mildly. I let him up.
The cock sucker comes up gasping for air. This makes the timid man knead the front of his
trousers even faster. The cock sucker
swallows me to the root. He gags himself
this time. Again the timid man kneads
his crotch—going as far as undoing his woven belt. I am finding watching the timid one a huge
turn on. I can feel my cock head swell,
cutting off my sucker’s air. He pulls
off me again.

“Shoot in my mouth,” he whispers—but loud enough that every
man in the room can hear him.

I’ve been close a couple of times. But the announcement of the fact makes the
feeling in my dick recede. The sucker
works a bit more—but then, when it’s obvious I’m not going to shoot any time soon—he
declares he needs a break. He gets up
and goes. Two or three men follow him to
the arcade. I idly wonder which one will
shoot down his throat. Or will all of
them?

I look at the timid man.
I catch him staring at my wet dick.
He quickly looks away and up at the screen. I jack.
He kneads. No other man in the
room has his dick out.

I look around the room.
I don’t see myself playing with any of these guys. And that’s good, for with no live action, the
men begin filtering out of the room.
Soon we are all alone—the timid one and me.

We stroke or grope ourselves.

He furtively watches me.

I blatantly watch him.

And the screen.
Especially once the movie changes to a bareback video.

For the timid guy, my dick now comes in second to the action
of the raw three-way on the screen.

We watch a hot man get seeded by the other two. It ends with a close up of the cum dripping
from his hole.

“How can he do that?”
the Timid Guy says under his breath.

“Cuz it feels good?”
I suggest.

He just looks at me and my dick. A new scene of an anonymous bare fuck through
a glory hole has started. He gropes
himself again, really tenting his khakis.

“Now that it’s just us, you should take your dick out,” I
tell him.

“I can’t do that,” he blushes.

“You should. You’ll be
so much more comfortable.”

“I just can’t,” he says.
I’m pretty sure that means he’d cum in no time at all.

We stroke and grope.

This time the man on the screen pulls off the cock fucking
him as it explodes all over his asshole.
He expertly backs up on the still spewing dick to take the seed deep
into his guts.

From My Side of the Sling

I have written and sent my sexual exploits to certain friends for years. With their encouragement, I have finally decided to post them for a wider audience. Everything in the stories is how it happened--with some names changed.